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Nobody wants to be blocked In front of the gate of Heaven Even the worst criminals, on the block For a pass, cringe, mourn and yearn.
We were just friends But it wasn’t meant to be I loved you But you didn’t bother with me Left me on read
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
There was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backyard The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
I think there was something in the dirt in my grandmother’s backward The dirt that lay black under her lilac bush The dirt that smeared across my blue jeans every spring saturday
Childhood friends on the playground; Playing in the sand finding gems; Getting ourselves dirty for no reason; Becoming our own superheroes.
Dust cakes every wrinkle, Sticks to pitch-spots left By careless fingers roaming Over bark and wood. It blackens nails and toes, Clinging desperate to every cell, Imbuing skin with dirt-scent
Light never seemed to touch that well,
Among the pearlescent waters I stride across the sand Breathe in the salt water Stretch out my hands All of these grains beneath my feet Are the ungranted wishes that I seek
What is that tiny speck of dirtIn the distance?That tiny, microscopic,Beautiful speck of dirt
This World We're In Full of fear of the end There are some who seek For the greater good- But can great be misunderstood This World We're In Full of love and enjoyment A house for my family, is money well spent And those who tend to live forever..
Everyone wants to be set in stone I want to be set in dirt. Let it fill me up, Let my lips part in a thoughtless smile As worms make their homes in my throat. Let life replace life,
what are we but specks of dirt with too much lust and savage thirst who reap the land of all that's good till never more is there what stood and who am i but empty face consumed by this empty race